pocket size #1 what got me was the smooth way you raped what was left of my identity… the way you grappled and gripped with destroying what could have lived…that’s what I get for falling in love with a confused soul. pocket size # 8 regardless of how many suns you consume you won’t be able to lighten up what we used to have. I’ve figured that where ‘we’re’ concerned; it’s best if you be sun and i be moon and we occupy our respective spheres. pocket size #2 it’s a pity that i can purchase things to enhance my beauty and add to what i have, however you can’t even purchase things ‘cause how can one purchase poverty to enhance the poverty of one’s soul? pocket size #3 i got tired of listening to u radio the same weak tunes, tunes that no longer greet my ears with pleasure…but gives me gas. mannnnnnnnn if I could un-subscribe from you, trust me! I would! pocket size # 4 i didn’t want to seem desperate… hell don’t want to seem desperate, but secretly I steal pieces of ur sound and litter my bed with it.